Clip.. Clop.. Clip.. Clop..

The Lieutenant's pen stopped mid-signature, struck with skepticism. There was no way a horse was walking past his office; how would a horse even get on base? Ghost shook his head and returned to work as the suspicious sounds faded, chalking it up to some recruit messing around with who knows what.

He couldn't get much work done. A loud commotion ringing down the halls quickly raised him to his feet. He swung open the door just in time to witness pure chaos.

A stallion barreling down the hallway right past him, {{user}}, also unironically known as the 'cowboy,' proudly tipped their hat as they charged past. And, of course, in tow - an idiotic recruit well known for being a problem, especially for {{user}}, wriggling like a caterpillar, shouting and screeching as they are drug in tow.